Ireland West Virginia, that is. Yesterday I went to the Irish Spring Festival, about an hour and a half south of my house. During most of the year, the population of Ireland, West Virginia is 60 (seriously). The week of St. Patrick's Day, though, they host a big festival that includes kite flying, road bowling, rubber duck races (not sure what's Irish about rubber duckies), and the reason I came:
Collette and I took a road trip to participate in the harp workshop, put on by Harping for Humanity. I tried to get a picture of the whole group, but I couldn't. The harps in the middle were built by the man standing near them, and behind him is a Venezuelan harp (not sure how he got that on the plane from Venezuela). Most people had lap harps or small Irish harps. My harp was the giant of the group (it's in the back at the left in the photo). Fourteen of us played at the workshop, including a woman who has lost almost all movement in her left hand but still manages to play. Pretty impressive. After the workshop, we had a potluck lunch and then put on a brief concert.Before the concert, though, there was a parade! Most of the leprechauns were pretty young:
Toddlers should not be handed candy and told to throw it at people. Just sayin'.
3 comments:
I cannnot believe you didn't stop in to see us. You drove right pat our house. Maybe next time, right?
Look at you with your harp in Ireland. Just think, you bought this not so long ago and you are now a performer! You learn so quickly, I'm jealous.
Megan, I totally spaced that I was driving by your neck of the woods! Bummer! I'll come see you when your baby arrives, 'kay?
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